Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out.
D. H. LAWRENCEMan is a mistake. He must go.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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For God’s sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don’t say surgaries, or I’m done.
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Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?
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For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
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I am part of the sun as my eye is of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.
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I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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You’re spending your life without renewing it. You’ve got to be amused, properly healthily amused. You’re spending your vitality without making any. Can’t go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!
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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
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Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
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That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
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What liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality.
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